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"My enemies typically are more afraid of what I am, than I am of what they might do to me," mused the draconic man fiddling with another mystical trinket of some sort. Quinn's tail curled a little in interest as the bard continued, "the petty nobles and the aristocrats who like to emulate them...

“I guess its about time to head out,” sighed a man with short auburn hair and a full goatee. His name was Daniel Curwen, professional practitioner of magic and occult detective; he was currently wondering why he bothered to accept this invitation to meet. Stepping out of his apartment and...

The court mage raised his arms in a shrug as he asked, "does it really matter what the intent was? The outcome will be the same, a peasant dies at the hands of an oppressive and out-of-touch nobility." Picking up a crystal orb that looked like it had a plume of smoke coiling around itself, idly...

Quinn tapped his chin, looking for a decent sounding answer. "Several reasons, partly to see if you were real, and if you were, if you would agree to meet..." stopping for a moment and turning around, "I'm sorry, that sounded far creepier than I intended." Stopping at a liquor cabinet, pulling...

The half-dragon had been in his estate for a while before the meeting, after returning from his night shopping for rare magical ingredients. Stepping out of an iron barred door, he let the musician in, "I feel its time for a proper introduction, My name is Quinn Valhos, Court mage and mystical...

Taking a sip of his wine as he ate, the sorcerer acted as if nothing had happened as he responded to the fiddler in his mind, "Forgive me, I was hesitant to believe that you were real. But, yes I have some questions for you." The draconic blood that flowed through his veins protected him from...

Walking to a tavern tucked away near the gates of the city simply called the Drunken Unicorn; ordering a bottle of wine and meal, The draconic magician sat at his usual table. Eating slowly, waiting to see what would happen now. Thinking again, he knew this city was beginning to spiral out of...

The draconic mage watched the town square idly, until an odd fiddler caught his eye, tail flicking in the air with interest. He'd heard rumors of a fiddler that did odd jobs of all sorts, even been to visit the job board in the dead of night, but never really believed the stories until now...

Tossing his black and red velvet cloak at the rack in the corner of the room, a man walked into his chambers, slicked black hair nestled between a pair of lustrous blood-red horns. Burning orange eyes scanned the candle lit room as his red scaled tail swayed lightly from under a white shirt and...